Little Bows

Lyrics

I miss my little bed Where my mother'd come and bless my cornered head And I miss my little shoes And the good things we'd do out by Papa's shed And I miss my little friend The one they told me was pretend And how we fooled the day And how we fooled the day into coming back for us again With our little bows And our parts that showed I want to hear you say "That a girl, babe, don't limit your life, growing old!" So this grown man followed out A better looker than the crowd Behind an open stare He lifted from some dick on a stool to take with him, and to wear But I swear that what I saw Was a broken spirit fall when I saw him leave When i saw him come into the night, and chasing me With my little bows And my parts that showed All I hear him say is "That a girl, babe, don't limit your life, growing old." And now I miss my little bed Where my mother'd come and bless my cornered head And ain't it mine? Ain't it mine? And I miss my little shoes And the good things we'd do out by Papa's shed And ain't it mine? Ain't it mine? And when a grown man is looking at me with his money I miss my little cat rubbing on my door My little bedroom door Painted with my name across is Halfway hanging, halfway resting on the floor And I miss my little friend The one they told me was pretend And how we fooled the day And how we fooled the day into coming back for us again With our little bows And our parts that showed I want to hear you say "That a girl, babe, don't limit your life, growing old!"